Poor little soul
\nA rainforest mite
\nThey chopped off his fingers
\nAnd that was in spite
\nOf him remonstrating
\nAnd of course living there
\nCorporate Palm oil
\nIts now everywhere<\/p>\n
Pull down the forests
\nGo slash and burn
\nIncrease the methane
\nAnd the concern
\nGet rid of the indigenous
\nGet rid of us too
\nChop down the trees
\nLet Palm oil come through<\/p>\n
I have lost my fingers
\nAnd my dear mama
\nI am an orphan now
\nWhen once I was a star
\nIn our little family
\nMy mum called me star
\nBut now without fingers
\nMy name should be scar<\/p>\n
How Will I will cope
\nIf my saviours are those
\nCorporate bandits
\nNext its my toes
\nIs that what they will do
\nIs that now to be
\nAll that they care about
\nWhen. I know its not me<\/p>\n
They broke up my family
\nAnd many more
\nThe elephants the tapirs
\nFor us its a war
\nBurned out and running
\nThats what we do
\nWhen the palm oil brigade
\nCome oh yes its all true<\/p>\n
A baby of the forest
\nAn orangutan
\nMy fingers are gone
\nChopped off by some man
\nBorn of a mother as i was
\nBut he
\nHad the right to do what he did
\nSadly to me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Poor little soul A rainforest mite They chopped off his fingers And that was in spite Of him remonstrating And of course living there Corporate Palm oil Its now everywhere Pull down the forests Go slash and burn Increase the … Continue reading